The downfall of a Bellydancer
Chapter One -The Shed
“The time for realising your potential often slips by unnoticed.” Nefertiti
“My Rodger is building a shed,” I said, but no one was listening; no one even looked at me. They were all engrossed, hell-bent on trying to look like King Tut concubines. Except, of course, for Mavis – she was pulling faces in the mirror like a seventeen-year-old attempting his first shave. She had new false eyelashes and was under the impression that it would take years off a face that had been around the block and back again.
Mavis is the oldest in the Sisterhood, my belly dancing troupe; who, along with the others, was trying on outfits for my latest Sisterhood extravagance, oblivious to the cold and me, their mentor.
“Rodger is erecting something, a
